Friday, September 27, 2013

The Art of David Byrd, by Rebecca Brown

"Over the long and longer years he started to love the human beings with whom he worked.
The people who surrounded him had wounds. They’d been in war (the World War, Korea, Vietnam) and been rendered twitchy, mad or mute or paralytic. They were deficient, broken, wrong, rejected as an orphan from the 'normal' social/familial units of the world."

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